Blood born out of lightning and the battery/heart
Flows to where intuition and identity start
Tools, like hands and fingers, become warm flesh unlike steel
And eyes, the life lens, bend light into something real
What you feel is real

Skin, like sin, feels terrorized, symbiotic
Grafted to machine metal: heat, burn, robotic
Gears become the man into a beacon of light
To cut away cold hard reason to something right
What you feel is right

Will you be the one to shine without the sun?
The satellite that transcends the machine into heaven
To shine on us
Deus ex machina

Clarity of purpose through default design
Cast into chaos by no fault of mine
I/me/machine, ones, zeroes to encode
New master/slave BIOS patch walk-on-water savior mode
I need a savior

Will you be the one to shine without the sun?
The satellite that transcends the machine into heaven
To shine on us
Deus ex machina
Will you be my chariot if I light you on fire?
Will you be the symbol of my human desire
to rise on up
and be more than machine?